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flyboy tarantino, kin$oul, bass santana – hopped out that whip lyrics

[intro: flyboy tarantino & prxz]
(prxz)

(huh)

(ooh)

[chorus: flyboy tarantino b-ss santana]
hopped out that whip
hopped out that whip (huh)
hopped out that whip (huh)
don’t leave your b-tch
hopped out that whip
hopped out that whip
hopped out that whip
gotchu looking sick
hopped out that whip
hopped out that whip
hopped out that whip
hopped out that whip
hopped out that whip
hopped out that whip (hopped out that)
gotchu looking sick (gotchu sick)
don’t leave your b-tch

[verse 1: b-ss santana]
okay like
revenge on my body, my body revenge my body
i came out of the p-ssy saucin’ i get exhausted (hm)
i just want some mashes don’t waste money on my coffin, no
why my b-tch so p-ssive aggressive not with that talking (word)
my haters don’t move it out no cha cha cha choppin em’
way these n-gg-s too weak i don’t get no clout from rockin’ em’
members only that sh-t n-gg- look sick if you gotta follow them
don’t leave your b-tch around my click ain’t no stopping em
i stopped kissing hoes the first time i got me some sloppy
i stopped trusting n-gg-s the first time i saw a body (hm)
hopped out that whip walk my black -ss to the lobby
copped out my wrist cause my black -ss look shining

[chorus: flyboy tarantino]
hopped out that whip
hopped out that whip (huh)
hopped out that whip (huh)
don’t leave your b-tch (oh no)
hopped out that whip
hopped out that whip
hopped out that whip
gotchu looking sick
hopped out that whip
hopped out that whip
hopped out that whip
hopped out that whip
hopped out that whip
hopped out that whip
gotchu looking sick
don’t leave your b-tch

[verse 2: kin$oul]
hopped out the whip
don’t be a b-tch
skrr
i crash my whip
i’m f-cking up
i was taking percies sorry mom
i just had to make a scary song
tell them n-gg-s that they very wrong
what are you choosing, half of that sh-t you confusing
n-gg-s saying that they wanna be then use the ip and reboot it
this is the life that you choosing
that’s the reason why you’re losing
that’s the reason why i’m up ahead, all this money man i love the bread
come here shawty yeah i lay ahead
love the knowledge, whatchu talking
put your body right back in the coffin
and that’s f-cked up
guarantee n-gg-s f-ck up
trick a n-gg- till’ my stomach hurt
n-gg-s talking bout that bullsh-t
i ain’t even hear a single word
said yeah we gotta call police on em
f-ck 12 highspeed on em
red dot got the beam on em
cash up bouta eat on em
pull up straight beast on em
wet diamonds got a sink on em
walking at em with the link on em
smoking good -ss ch-nk on em

- flyboy tarantino kinoul bass santana lyrics

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